Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

“Keilani, thanks for being so nice. That’s won’t be necessary.”

Tyrone gazed at Keilani, his eyes carrying a subtle warning.

Maybe it was Tyrone’s stern look that made Keilani start to speak, then stop short.

Tyrone took Jennie to a big mall downtown. There was this massive children’s park in the basement.

Jennie, still a kid, loved the amusement park. She played there for almost an hour.

When Jennie was exhausted from playing, Tyrone led her to a stall and got her some drink.

The stall was packed, mostly with young girls. People kept sneaking peeks at Tyrone.

whispering, “See that guy over there? He’s

murmured, “Too bad he’s got a kid. Otherwise, I would’ve

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dashing and excellent with kids. That’s wonderful. Unlike my

was Tyrone’s turn to fetch the drink. Tyrone strolled over, picked up the drink, slipped a straw

the drink, sipping it cautiously. After she had consumed

doing this and she

Jennie. They were intricate wooden models that formed a

paying for the toys, Tyrone suggested,

I need to use the restroom, Jennie said, looking

to the restroom. Can

Jennie replied, nodding earnestly. She was confident about going to the restroom alone, not needing